Everyone Pampers the Small Blessing Who Has a Spatial Pocket!

When Zhang Zhan went to Qin Huai, he saw that the boy had packed his luggage and everyone was sitting on the carriage. He was wearing a slightly dark crow blue light-patterned twig coat, his hands were hanging on his knees, his back was straight, and his eyes were indifferent.

Not like a seven-year-old child, but like a rejuvenated old monk.

"Little ancestor, can I call your ancestor? Don't make trouble for me at this time, I'm very busy here!" Zhang Zhan really felt a pain in his head, "Now there are more than 100,000 disaster victims in the entire Yongding County, all of whom are very busy. Want me to settle it. You are making a fool of yourself here again, what do you want me to do?"

The people above don't know what to think, this is disaster relief, to appease the victims. The county magistrate was not in place, and all kinds of chores had to be dealt with.

It's the donkey in the village, I'm afraid it's not as difficult as him!

But this little ancestor is so temperamental that he cannot be beaten or scolded, and he is such a small one, no wonder.

Isn't this a problem for him? !

Qin Huai didn't seem to see Zhang Zhan's urgency and was unmoved.

"What are you going to do? Can you stop for a while? When I'm done with things here, I'll send you back, okay?"

Qin Huai did not speak.

"Ahhh!" Zhang Zhan clenched his fists beside him.

He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm.

At this moment, Qin Huai suddenly coughed heavily, and black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He took out the handkerchief in his arms very calmly, wiped the blood, and threw it aside.

Someone came forward and took the veil off.

Zhang Zhan's movements suddenly froze, he rushed into the carriage, and said anxiously, "Why did you vomit blood?! What's going on!"

Qin Huai rolled his eyes and didn't speak, as if he didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Qin! You! Huai! What's wrong with you!" Zhang Zhan saw that Qin Huai always didn't speak, so he turned around and stopped the servant who was cleaning up the veil.

"Give me the veil!" He was about to see what it was.

Suddenly, Qin Huai said, "March."

Zhang Zhan turned his head, Qin Huai stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "My time."

After speaking, Qin Huai closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk more.

It also hides all the irony and indifference in his eyes.

Zhang Zhan suddenly thought to himself: He is only six years old now, but looking at it, he clearly looks like a sixty-year-old man.

There is no popularity at all, let alone vitality.

Chi Jia appeared in time and said, "The madam has ordered the removal of all hands. Master Zhang, rest assured, the son will not cause trouble, and he will not cause trouble."

After a pause, he added: "He just wants to spend his last days well."

"How could this be?" Zhang Zhan frowned. Seeing Qin Huai's appearance, he suddenly said, "Which village are you planning to go to?"

Chijia replied: "Feng'an Village, I heard that there is a peach forest there, the son wants to go and see."

Feng'an Village is located in the south of Yongding County. It is a village in the valley, and it is also a village that was rarely affected by the snow disaster.

It is for this reason that the scenery in the village is well preserved.

Thinking of Qin Huai's current body, Zhang Zhan said, "I'll arrange two people for you, and I'll bring a doctor to send you over together. There's not much more, and the county yali has been nervous recently."

"No need, I'll just escort the son."

Zhang Zhan thought of Chijia's skills, and it is estimated that he can be worth a dozen or twenty ordinary yamen alone, and he is enough if he comes.

"The doctor wants to—"

"Is it necessary?" Qin Huai asked coldly before he finished speaking.

Zhang Zhan choked and said nothing more.

This child is small, but he is very hard-headed and never listens to people.

When Qin Huai came, more than a dozen servants escorted him, as well as monks, Taoists and other sects.

Today, those people are all staying in the county office, waiting to return in two days.

Now that he was going to Feng'an Village, these people did not keep up, only a red armor and a coachman accompanied him.

After he left, Zhang Zhan felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it, so he went to talk to those few people.

"You didn't escort the young master here, why didn't you follow along?"

"Amitabha." The monk recited the Buddha's name and said, "The little benefactor has his own destiny, so the poor monk can only escort him here."

The Taoist flicked his whisk and said, "The poor Taoist counts with his fingers. Only by letting the young master settle himself can there be a chance of survival."

Zhang Zhan felt that they were all talking nonsense, and turned to ask the man in the fancy dress again.

"Then what do you say?"

"The young master has a bumpy life, and now he has suffered a catastrophe. No one can get over him, but he can get over it by himself. There are too many interferences by others, which are harmful and useless."

Zhang Zhan: "...for a long time, you just don't want to follow him anymore? When will Madam tell you to go back?"

"Just go back before the Dragon Boat Festival." The monk said honestly.

"That's good. It's only the first month of the month, and there's still enough time until May 5th."

Zhang Zhan said with an expressionless face, "In that case, don't be idle anymore, come with me in the disaster relief!

Monk, you are responsible for saving those souls who died in disasters.

Taoist priest, you should follow the arrangement of the dojo.

Whoever it is, you go outside the city to appease the people.

And those good hands and feet, don't leave it here as waste and waste food, and go to the villages to help build houses!

When it's done, go back when it's done! "

Everyone: "..."

After arranging these people, Zhang Zhan returned to the study, quickly wrote two letters, called his servant, and whispered, "Hurry up and send these to..."

An hour later, Qin Huai and his party came to the corner, and to the right was the road leading to Feng'an Village.

"Little son, pass the road on the right, and walk for another hour, and you will be the boundary of Feng'an Village. It's too early to arrive at this point—" The driver said with a smile.

"Stop." Qin Huai's voice sounded from inside the car.

The coachman pulled the reins and heard him say, "Left."

"The left side isn't Feng'an Village, but it's the north side! There's a snowstorm over there, and there's not much to see—"

Chi Jia, who was sitting outside with him, knocked the wooden stick in his hand on the car: "Stop talking nonsense."

Coachman: "...We agreed to go to Feng'an Village."

A piece of silver was suddenly thrown into his arms.

The driver immediately picked up the silver, took a bite, saw the clear stamping, and laughed loudly: "The snow has melted recently, and the peach forest in the north is even more beautiful. The two young masters sit tight, drive!"

With a wave of the whip, the carriage turned to the left.

Everyone in Hujia Village is busy planting in the spring. With the grain seeds released, everyone's enthusiasm for farming is surprisingly high.

At a glance, there are all figures burying their heads in farming.

Hu Daliu, the eldest son of the village chief, finally brought back the donkey and a calf.

"All the cattle in the town are sold out, so I bought them in the county town. The old cattle are gone, so this calf is left. It's a little weaker, but the price is also 10% cheaper." Hu Daliu led the calf Going to the ground, he said to the big guy, "The calf is weak, big guy don't use it tightly, so as not to get tired in a day or two."

Everyone waved their hands: "Da Liu, what do you need to say? We can't bear to use this calf too much. Let's help each other and plant the whole thing. When we raise it in autumn, we will take a good look at the calf."

As soon as the voice fell, everyone laughed, and the fatigue of working for days seemed to be relieved.

On the old Wang's side, Mrs. Wang was calling Mrs. Liu over and asked her to take out the divine water that had been in the gourd before.

"This water is very useful. Take half of it out, mix it with water, and pour it into the water dug over there."

These days, the home is going to use the compost there. With this water, presumably the food can grow better.

Liu Shi whispered: "Mother, can I bring some back to my mother's house?" This water can grow plants and trees, and they saw it after two days of observation.

The banana forest at the back of the house has now picked three big bunches of bananas, and they are all huge.

The plantains that were put down a few days ago are now ripe, and the cubs in the family are screaming and shouting sweet.

Bring it back to her mother's family, and her family's harvest will be much better this year.

"No!" Mrs. Wang vetoed.